Post by Ancients on May 5, 2015 10:49:56 GMT -8
Pfft. The seeds went everywhere as Owen pulled out grabbed a seedy handful of them and offered it to Finch. Finch was cool with that. The bigger birds went for the seed at Owen's feet while he hopped over to Owen's hand, latching his claws around the boy's thumb. Ouch.
Cacira smiled at his questions and the bird's response. Finch seemed like he was going to be a good sport for the time being. As long as there was bird seed in his sight he played the nice guy. She hoped the bird's response would answer Owen's questions. He needed to learn how to read the birds, and she hoped he had a talent for it.
Two other birds remembered her time as a bird keeper and her still frequent visits landed heavily on her shoulder. A stunning parrot pecked at her ear, demanding a treat while a american crow landed on her wrist. Apparently word of their arrival had grapevined down to them and they came flying.
Cacira whispered a few words of wisdom to them and they shouted foul sounds back at her. She looked over Crow for a bit, checking his old wounds as he whined at her. She knew parrot would be fine. He was a rude lil piece of trash that took immense pride in his appearance. If anything was wrong he'd crash into her window until she noticed and helped him out. Demanding little creature.
The thing about birds was they were just like people. The all looked different. They all had different personalities. You had to learn to read them right. Then, they had to learn how to read you. Friends? Well, that always depended on if you had a treat for them or not.
Oh, but, she had forgotten Owen. Birds were the nastiest creatures, planes above, but they instantly always had her attention. She said something along the lines of 'how are you doing' but Crow called out over her. Rude.
Cacira smiled at his questions and the bird's response. Finch seemed like he was going to be a good sport for the time being. As long as there was bird seed in his sight he played the nice guy. She hoped the bird's response would answer Owen's questions. He needed to learn how to read the birds, and she hoped he had a talent for it.
Two other birds remembered her time as a bird keeper and her still frequent visits landed heavily on her shoulder. A stunning parrot pecked at her ear, demanding a treat while a american crow landed on her wrist. Apparently word of their arrival had grapevined down to them and they came flying.
Cacira whispered a few words of wisdom to them and they shouted foul sounds back at her. She looked over Crow for a bit, checking his old wounds as he whined at her. She knew parrot would be fine. He was a rude lil piece of trash that took immense pride in his appearance. If anything was wrong he'd crash into her window until she noticed and helped him out. Demanding little creature.
The thing about birds was they were just like people. The all looked different. They all had different personalities. You had to learn to read them right. Then, they had to learn how to read you. Friends? Well, that always depended on if you had a treat for them or not.
Oh, but, she had forgotten Owen. Birds were the nastiest creatures, planes above, but they instantly always had her attention. She said something along the lines of 'how are you doing' but Crow called out over her. Rude.